Thursday, May 6, 2010

imagine me and ewe

Yesterday evening was a gloriously sunny and warm seventy-something, so K and I took a little stroll around town and ended up sheep-watching from atop a grassy knoll. I love Vermont.I decided to go back this morning to commune with my new woolen friends, but I guess they weren't expecting visitors. In fact, a few of them seemed rather alarmed:

I guess I can't escape the befuddled looks of passersby. Even the sheep know I'm doing something unnatural. I still feel a little bit more comfortable with their confusion than the bemused ogling of the auto mechanics next door...

K and I were discussing how awesome it would be to have sheep (or pygmy goats). It would probably be more awesome to have goats, because then I could make all the goat cheese I could eat (it's my very favorite). I'm not sure I'm adventurous enough for sheep cheese, and I'm definitely not industrious enough to shear them and spin their wool into yarn, so they'd be pretty useless creatures to own. But they're fun to look at--I love their precious, fluffy rotundity! (romper: hand-me-down from K's mom; cardigan: Ruche; tights: Goodwill; boots: ALDO; belt: thrifted)

Edit: Alice asked in the comments what Ruche is, so I've included a link to their website above. They have very lovely things!

Oh and a tip: if you want to milk goats, but still want something small (like a pygmy) get Nigerian Dwarfs. They are the dairy equivalent of a pygmy, pygmy's are primarily meat or pet goats. I raise Dwarfs and make cheese...so if you ever want advice on them, let me know and I can hook you up. ;)